Just now, those disciples from the Ancient Desolate Sect had come, arrogant beyond measure, sealing the space.
But at this moment, the situation had completely turned on its head.
That disciple of the Ancient Desolate Sect glared at Chu Fengmian with a face filled with furious rage as he bellowed.
"Boy, what more do you want?"
"What do I want?"
Chu Fengmian sneered, speaking coldly.
"Didn't I just tell you? What, are you all deaf and unable to hear clearly?"
"Then I'll tell you again, not a single one of you will leave alive today!"
In Chu Fengmian's words, there was an endless murderous intent.
He wanted to kill, and certainly wouldn't kill just one; all these disciples from the Ancient Desolate Sect were going to die today.
The remaining three, were they waiting to send a message for help to deal with Chu Fengmian?
As soon as Chu Fengmian spoke, there was an uproar in the crowd.
Chu Fengmian had already killed Wang Zhi and Rong Bei.
But that was not enough.
